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Another Day with Al Learning Through Experience

Learning Through Experience by AlbertIbay

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The site had the following in the homepage, "Falling in Love Life in Junior High School." I noticed that the web site stated " I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning." They also stated " Hey guys, Albert here! I will do my best to go through every obstacle life may throw at me. I have committed to this and that means no turning back. I will do my best to keep her happy and keep her safe. Thanks for taking the time to read this! June 3, 2015."

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